[open] And the curtain rises

[mansionstaff]

Who: Everyone, new and old.
What: Welcome to the new home.
Where: The Mansion and surrounding courtyard area.
When: January 15th
Warnings: Probably some swearing.


Despite the efforts, the world still shook. The sky went red. The inevitable was truly inevitable. Or... Was it?

No matter where you were, it was the same: The flash that seered the back of your vision, the crumbling of the earth beneath feet as it opened to swallow all that resided on it, the scream of an astral body that was breathing its last. And then there was darkness. Heat, and then icy cold.

The darkness stretched into forever. If one didn't know any better, they'd think they died.

Maybe they did.

Yet it was not the end. The dark faded. Life was still steady in their veins despite it all, and with a lurch and a rush of air in the lungs, our wayward Smash Academy residents would find themselves in a distinctly different place than they would have expected. A bedroom, a garden, an unknown rooftop. Wherever they were, they were alive and they were whole.

And, quite possibly they were not alone.

Where they were, however, was unclear. If they were lucky (?) enough to be outside, everything smelled new. Crisp air, fresh soil, a smattering of scents they've never encountered. Those that awoke inside somewhere were the majority, and while it was a new place to be, it was most certainly not new. Dust, mildew, the creak and groan of wood long since untouched, and the shadows of a place only lit by daylight.

What a dump.

ACTION?
- Investigate
- [Consult the internet]

Comments

[will_be_god]

Cyrus had cursed the darkness. The world had fallen, just as he had long said. The utter violence that ran through it had finally consumed creation.

"Goddamn you all..." he muttered, the words of a long-gone author, "I told you so..."

And then it struck. Mesprit's grip had reawakened what had been lost in him, and his emotions flooded as if a dam had cracked wide open. The full weight of everything knocked him to his knees, and that there was a place for him to fall TO was passed over in the crushing wall.

The fresh air filled him, but was quickly expelled as he choked out a years-suppressed sob. The world was gone, and he could not guide it into a new beginning.

[iamtheeggman]

Well, if the world was truly over, would Cyrus still have to suffer Eggman's presence?

Well. If they both went to hell, then probably. So either he was still alive, or this was hell.

"Oh look. You can cry again. Whoopie."

It was 50/50, really.

THE ONE FOR SKULL KID

[travelingbelle]

All Blue really remembered was being terrified. It kind of came with the territory of being useless in the face of calamity on her own.

And yet, despite the fact that every fiber of her being had been taught with tension and panic just a short while ago, all she could register right now was the absolutely horrendous crick in her neck. It was like sleeping at the absolute worst angle on a 2x4 or somewhere equally as ridiculous to sleep on if you weren't a cat. Blue definitely wasn't a cat. She couldn't even say she was much of a cat person. Geez this sucked really bad.

The trainer hissed a bit through clenched teeth as she pushed herself up and proceeded to flop uncgracefully over herself as she suddenly sunk down. "WHAT." Her eyes flew open to look down at... What was she looking at. It looked kind of like a movie seat arm rest? Did she just topple down with a seat bottom. What??

[drawin_on_trees]

"Hi."

Skull Kid peeked over the top of the seat in the row in front of Blue. How long had he been sitting there watching her? CREEPY.

With Melia

[befantasizedabout]

Billy knew better than to leave a room he would be sleeping in for the night unguarded or at the very least unbarred. Which he did when he went to sleep the previous night in the mansion. However, this was definitely not the mansion he had fallen asleep at, not the room and hell not even the same area altogether.

He rubs his head, trying to wish away a wicked headache before propping himself up and stretching once he was standing. He looked around the new environment, hand on his holster in case he needed to take care of any zombies or other Umbrella mishaps in this new place.

Had he been dragged? Was it another puzzle? Who knew. What he did know was that he wasn't alone.

"Hey, you over there."

Re: With Melia

[birdlady]

Dark. Cold. For what seemed like an eternity, it was all Melia could feel. Had she failed? Was this what death was like? A creeping despair came over her as the darkness stretched on and on. She had come this far, and yet...!

"Hey, you over there."

Melia let out a gasp and jolted forward, nearly falling out of the... chair? She was sitting in. It was an old, busted up armchair, with the stuffing coming out of one arm and covered in dust.

"What..." She looked around, confused, at her new surroundings, until her eyes fell on Billy. "Did you call me?"

[cool_skeleton_95]

You hear the bass, and the song itself before a super awesome car pulls up to the dilapidated mansion. Driving said car is a super cool skeleton. Well, you might double take at the living skeleton part.

"NYEH? NOW, THIS DOESN'T LOOK RIGHT AT ALL!" Papyrus scanned the area, looking for something or another. He pulled a road map out from the glove compartment of his car, and studied it closely.

"JUST AS I THOUGHT! THIS ISN'T THE HUMAN/MONSTER SCHOOL AT ALL! SANS! WHAT KIND OF SHORT CUT IS-" but, Sans wasn't there. Papyrus turned off the car and stepped out, clearly agitated.

"YOU KNOW IT'S OUR TURN TO PICK UP FRISK FROM SCHOOL TODAY! IF I FIND YOU SLACKING OFF I'M GOING STRAIGHT TO TORI AND SHE'LL BE SO MAD!"

Huh. Usually that's enough to get him to respond. Just where the heck did he end up?

[rivalthunderbolts]

JOLT ran off with PAPYRUS'S special attack.

Jolt had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there. He was outside the front of the mansion, and the last thing he remembered was... You know what, he decided he DIDN'T want to remember that part.

The sparkledog wanted desperately to find his family and friends. Green, Char, Bulba, please be okay... Riwane, where'd you get to? Sonny, Jock, you'd better be okay.

BUT THEN...! A sports car showed up? And a... skeleton wearing a cape jumped out...? Jolt could just stare at first, cocking his canine head in confusion. Who the heck was THAT?

For GARRETT

[megabuster]

Rock came to outside. What happened...? It was all such a blur to him. But he woke alone, that much he knew. Where was he? Where was everyone else? He quickly got to his feet. He tapped his helmet. Good, he had comm signals for Rush, Beat, and Tango... They were around nearby.

"Lucca?" he called out. "Zero? Harpuia? Fefnir? ...Anybody?" No answer.

He started to run. He had to find them. He had to help his friends...

[itsjustrats]

There is a rustling noise and the bushes nearby are shaking. Investigate??

For BULBA

[vela_nova]

Blaze came to and registered only the smell of moisture in the air. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, and realized they were a little damp. "What...?" She got up and looked around. Where was she? She didn't recognize this room in the Academy...

[rivalsolarbeam]

From the depths of the room came a distressed sound that seemed to originating from the very large, lumpy looking potted plant. Oh- wait. That was not a potted plant. It was a Venusaur that had not quite woken up yet, but was already agitated and working through the motions.

It was cold, so cold. All he felt was the cold as it bloomed through his chest and crawled up his throat. He had tried so hard to forget what it felt like- the frozen nothing of being a ghost, the rush of water pushing him down and the screaming of his flower at his core. It was clutching at him one more time, and the screaming only grew louder and louder-

Wake up!

Bulba jolted, his large cold-sensitive frame colliding with the chilly tile wall behind him that only provided more distress. What was this? What was this??

For BOWSER

[magicdancer]

"Aah... My head," Shantae complained as she sat up slowly. She couldn't remember what happened in between the moon falling and that bright flash of light, and now. And trying to recall it was just making her head hurt. "Hey, anyone there? Where am I...?"

She pulled herself to her feet, and took a few steps. Then she quickly stopped when she realized she was standing on a rooftop. She could have just walked right off!

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[ihateplumbers]

"Hey, Spiny Cheep-Cheep Hair," said a giant lumbering beast that Shantae had somehow missed on top of the roof. "You're on a roof."

He pointed to the roof. "It's a roof."

ZERO + HAGAKURE + POOL PARTY

[crystal_ballin]

Hagakure was lounging on a pool chair next to a pool.

The world had ended. He'd seen it die in his mind a thousand times in the last two weeks, but he had never been able to see what was going to arise from it after its death.

Evidently, this brave new world included pool chairs.

"Dude," he said, rubbing his eyes, "I think I'm still alive, dude."

Little did he know, Dear Reader, that there was a ROBOT MAN next to him.

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[awakeningwill]

"..."

Silence greeted him in the form of a robot man(?) over-abundant in ellipses. He was not your 'dude.'

"...Get up."

Zero was on his feet immediately, weapon in hand and surveying the surrounding area with stern caution.

THE OPEN THREAD for Bulba

[rivalsolarbeam]

There were a lot of people on Bulba's checklist of People to find Immediately and Right Now, and there was a whole lot of ground to cover and try and do that. It didn't make a whole lot of sense for it to have just been Blaze and himself in wherever this was. Naturally, everyone he cared about was okay.

They had to be okay.

So around and about the mansion Bulba went, occasionally jerking open a door only to have a pikmin tumble off a shelf on top of him. Which was good! He was steadily rebuilding his collection as he went. They helped to sooth his panicked heart, but they did not make his searching any less frantic. It was quite possible he was just going to literally run into someone or something.

Choose your Own Adventure by finding Bulba at the... Changing Rooms / West Wing Hallway / Hedge Maze / Dining Hall / FREE CHOICE!!

West Wing Hallway

[rivalappeared]

And run into someone he would, luckily that someone was a close friend. Not to mention Green had been looking all over the place for his own checklist of people. He backed right into Bulba, and nearly jumped out of his skin. After letting a surprised noise he would regret later slip out, Green spun on his heel to see the familiar face. He grabbed Bulba by the shoulders.

"SHIT! You're here too!"

ANOTHER OPEN THREAD for Blue

[travelingbelle]

Blue was spending a lot of time kicking down doors. And running around. And kicking down more doors. Another half of the time was spent with Skull Kid tucked under her arm like a football because Hell if she was leaving the kid behind. Except for all those times that he was not there because Skull Kid was Skull Kid and when did he ever not do his own thing.

"JOCK?" In went a door. "ACACIA??" Another door. This sort of thing just kept repeating.

Who knows how many times she ended up scooby doo'ing past people. Probably dozens. Wow. She was, quite frankly, all over the place.

[rivalappeared]

One of the doors Blue opened came in swift, hard contact with something very solid. Also, something noisy.

"AGRH," was basically what the noise sounded like, and if she were to open the door a bit more (but slower, hopefully), she would see the crumpled body of her boyfriend, post getting beaned in the face by a door. Green knelt on the ground, hands on his forehead.

open green sesame

[rivalappeared]

Unfortunately for Green, found himself fluttering back to consciousness facedown on one of those creaky, mildewy wooden floors. He immediately pushed himself off the ground, one hand reaching for his belt out of habit, but of course, all the Pokemon he had with him were currently dealing with their own rude awakenings around this place.
He stood up, knees wobbling, not fully awake yet.

"Hello?" Green called out into the room, his own voice echoing back at him. "Where the hell is this?"

With no immediate answer, he got up and began to explore, like any trainer would.

[rivalthunderbolts]

Hey Green, guess who was ready to pounce at the sound of your voice?

THIS GUY.

The moment the wandering pup heard the telltale sound of his trainer's voice, he made a mad dash for the voice's source. And as soon as he identified Green, he bolted for him, and with an excited bark, the Jolteon flung himself at Green.

STUCK IN A CLOSET WITH RIWANE

[flowerofmtsilver]

Well. Things were... still quite dark. And cramped. Vinnie blinked a few times, trying to make sure he was actually conscious and not just stuck in some eternal space between life and death.

This felt a bit too mundane be limbo, though. Unless limbo was a really small room lit by a single Charizard tailflame. He squinted at the other Pokemon crammed in here with him with vague recognition. "Uh... okay. I don't feel too dead. What about you?"

Whatever Vinnie had been expecting, it wasn't this. He pushed against the walls, trying to find some give.

[blazebottom]

The echo of her final defiant roar to the crushing moon still ringed in her ears. It had all been for nothing hadn't it? They never stood a chance and yet she could feel the rhythmic beating of her heart... What the hell? Hadn't it all been over? Riwane slowly opened her eyes to a fairly dim litted room as she heard a familiar voice.

They weren't dead? Shaking her head, Riwane wiggled around some. "No, not that I can tell. I --" And then that searing pain of a realizing a bad cramp was eating at her leg made her bite her tongue for a moment while she pushed her leg as straight as she could trying to make it go away. Though that just made her press against Vinnie in the cramped closet. Something was bound to give in that space.

"Sorry hon, gosh darn bad cramp in mah leg. But that done confirm that I'm alive fur sure." she winced.

For Rosalina!

[lovesthepain]

Harpuia may have been an efficient machine, but rebooting was still a slow process after forced shutdown. Still, the diagnostic ticked toward 100%, came up all clear. Interrupted programs resumed. The crystal on his helmet lit up once more, casting a rosy-pink halo around the dark area.

Eyes opened, lenses shifting rapidly to adjust to a new space. Hesitantly, he sat up. Surveyed... a large, empty room. Lined with... training dummies? Racks lined with swords? A... batting cage? Was that a batting cage?

This. Was not anything familiar. An alarming pinprick of deja vu hit Harpuia -- just like his first death. What should have been his only death. Oblivion, then someplace completely disconnected from what he knew. Was... was he dead again?

"Hello?" He ventured softly. Tried to boot his scanners up. He couldn't be alone here, surely.

Re: For Rosalina!

[ladyoftheshootingstars]

Rosalina was not the most accustomed to falling unconscious and waking up in strange places. She wasn't sure how best to describe the sensation, but she was sure she didn't care for it. She felt dizzy and disoriented when she came to, sitting up slowly with a hand to her forehead.

What was worse, though, was the quickly dawning realization that her children were nowhere in sight. She quickly looked around. She didn't hear any of the telltale signs of Lumas around her, nor could she sense any of them nearby. She got to her feet, panic starting to set in as she looked around quickly.

Clearly she needed a Guardian.

For Jock!

[rivalkidneypunch]

Obviously, the best possible people to discover a basement full of potentially-salvageable tech are the two fiery dudes. Obviously.

It was the smell of the floor starting to burn beneath Char's tail that woke him up. The reaction was second-nature, more reflex than conscious choice. He sat up, the flat of his tail stamping out the fire it had started.

The ring of light his soul-flame revealed... a whole lotta nothing, mostly. Cardboard boxes. Weird junk. Was this... the bunkers? Did he fall into a haunted LAN party somehow? Puzzled, he craned his neck, eyes and nose both trying to gain a little information on his whereabouts.

"...Fuckin' smells like dog in here."

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[flamedog]

The reason for this scent, dear and gentle reader, was because there was a dog in the space that Char was currently inhabiting. An exceptionally large dog, made out of fluff and teeth and stripes and muscle and powerful emotions and fire.

A sudden and loud yawn pierced the gloom of this shrine to Counterstrike parties long gone. Bleary eyes looked up at him from behind a pile of mother3boards and green-yellow-themed soda beverage cans. "Sienna?" came a long, drawn out yawn-type name. "Sienna, where are we where's mom what happened to the moon?"

Hello Birb - Wave

[tank_rockarms]

So, Max has a bird on his shoulder.

Only it is a very large, purple bird woman.

This is fine, Max can squat for dayz. Also, he is sitting, so really the pressure has been taken off of this entirely.

He wakes with a start and looks at the fire. It's not his fire; it's just some fire. But what is that small weight on his shoulder? He shrugged his obscenely large shoulders to do something about this mystery object.

Re: Hello Birb - Wave

[babylonmechanic]

How did Wave end up on Max's enormous shoulders? She had no idea. She just came to there. But it was quite a rude awakening when she felt the surface she was sitting on begin to move, and she clung on for dear life, wrapping her legs around his neck and grabbing his head. When she realized she was sitting on him, she reacted calmly.

"Stop that, you big ox!" she shouted angrily.

Bothering a jerk (open)

[itsjustrats]

Garrett was in a foul mood. Well, fouler than usual. The last month or so had not been all that great for him, and it was his own fault (though he'd never admit that). On top of everything, he finally got out of Final Destination, only to find himself trapped in some kind of mansion??? With everyone else from the school, a.k.a., a bunch of people who really disliked him right now. Again, he brought it on himself, but again, that doesn't keep him from being a sourpuss about it.

Like everyone else, he took to exploring the new surroundings in hope of finding some way out. The mansion had seen better days, for sure, but Garrett had an eye for these things and could tell that it was once opulent and rich and probably full of treasures and shinies for the taking.

Treasures that were now completely gone, of course. So much for phat loot. He was just about at the end of his rope when he finally found something worthwhile: An entire room of targets. Maybe this place wasn't a total bust, after all. At least he could imagine the targets were all the various people who wanted his head on a platter.

[Garrett can be found anywhere you want if your dude wouldn't wander into the gunner training area!]

THE BONING IS UPON THEE

[cool_skeleton_95]

"SANS! ARE YOU IN HERE?" a skeleton comes in through the door. He hasn't seemed to have noticed you yet.

Open for Jon - waking up in the garden outside.

[jonny_talbain]

Jon had been through pretty much the worst few months of his entire life, recently.

He'd been underground, locked in the bunkers when the world was broken open and the moon crashed into the ground and there had been rubble and fire and searing pain as his entire, small world had imploded in on itself. He'd raged against it, broken everything he had inside and out to try and escape it, but it was too much even for him, and he was going to be sent into the afterlife with a stifled howl in his throat and red brick dust in his lungs.

Or so he thought.

One benefit of his werewolf lineage was the ability to heal from pretty much anything that wasn't beheading or silver. His eyes opened and he was faced with an expanse of blue sky and light, fluffy clouds. There was no moon there and he thought for a moment he was in heaven. Maybe Felicia's Nun friends had been right, and there really was a wonderful afterlife filled with joy and wonder and everlasting life?

As soon as the thought crossed his mind he began to suspect something was wrong because how the hell did HE qualify for anything so nice? And oh, also, his entire body was actually wracked with terrible pain. Not at all heavenly. So. Purgatory, then?

He rolled onto his side and then onto his stomach, burying his face in the grass. He needed to get up.

"Count of three, then. One... two... ow ow owww... oh sod it."

He'd just... relax here for the moment. He turned his head to the side and saw a huge, dilapidated house not far off. And he was pretty sure he could hear voices coming form inside, too.

For now, he'd just... kind of half crawl, half drag his battered, Human form off into the dark spaces under the hedge, there to lick his wounds and regain some strength.

[moon_leaf]

After spending some time in that busted, stifling mansion, Rio managed to find himself outside. Once the daylight hit him he was off, running like he had a herd of Tauros on his tail. He'd dove into the closest bush and fell off right into the dirt, nuzzled the flowers like a lover then rolled and rolled and rolled in the grass.

He stopped and chuckled once he hit what he was sure was a log under a bush, but somehow turned out to be a beat-up man when he opened his eyes. One who it seemed like forever since he'd seen, what with all the insanity going on and killer werewolves and being left out of the loop. Which was fine at the time, because he was nearly tired of being brave.

"Dang...you look like you got in a fight with a tree'n lost," he said suddenly. Which wasn't thoughtful or helpful at all. He tried again.

"Hi...? Hi. I'm glad you're alive, cos' I was sweatin' with worry, there."

Open for Sonny - Dining Hall

[punchtheflute]

So, Sonny had spent a good portion of his day inside his Boss' bottom?

Because that was a normal thing to do?

Now, he was looking for anyone or anything familiar, because he'd woken up in a broken down dining area with busted crockery on the floor and rickety looking chairs and tables that could use a serious cleaning and... oh. A can of something.

You will find him searching for a can opener. He hasn't eaten much today you see and cans are usually good value.

Re: Open for Sonny - Dining Hall

[magicdancer]

Shantae's explorations finally brought her to the same broken down dining hall, and to a whimpering sound that was all too familiar.

She finally reached Sonny, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hey... You okay?" she asked.

Joel - Anywhere you need a Surly Guy

[golonghorns]

Joel had not blacked out and woken up somewhere entirely new with no recollection of how he'd gotten there in a long, long-ass time.

He struggled to his feet and noted that this would be a nice mansion if someone took the time to repair it.

It wasn't going to be Him, though. (It was probably going to be Him.)

He took stock of what he had on him - his backpack full of weapons and supplies for making more weapons. He had grabbed this to help everyone fight the moon. (Not a sentence he would have ever thought he'd hear himself say, even if he was only reciting it in his head.) And he felt kind of lucky that he had, even if it didn't have room for some of the larger toys he'd amassed over his time at the Academy. He was wearing nice clothes because that's what he'd worn to the wedding. These nice clothes were impractical, but he felt blessed that he'd just cleaned his usual boots instead of opting for dress shoes.

He had no food, no water, had no idea if the nearby mansion was viable shelter, and had no clue if Infected were here. That house could be any one of a number of places back home and -- oh shit. Had he been sent back!?

He dropped to his knees and studied the ground very intently.

If he'd been dropped back home because the crazy mixed up world that was Final Destination City had been destroyed... did that mean he'd get to see Ellie again? Tommy?

He heard a rattle and a happy bark from nearby. Callus, the weird little Coyote-meets-Rattlesnake had been dragged along for the ride somehow. He reached out and ruffled his dog's (Because that was still how he thought of the weird little mutant.) ears to reassure himself before getting to his feet.

Well. He'd better get to investigating. He pulled out his revolver, filled it up, and set about securing the area.

here, now, right where you are

[crystal_ballin]

Oh no it's a hideous creature with a disfigured head off in the distance, probably one of your mushroom people things. Look at all of the protrusions and spikes and the unnatural pointy-ness of its entire head. Alas, you must be back home and this, this must be the beginning of your reintegration into a life of constant violence and strife.

Knuckles - In the woods! Open!

[monotreme_101]

"....I know this tree."

It had been one of his favorites in the small amount of Woods that lived out back of the school. How did it get here?

The ir smelled different. The sunlight LOOKED different. He knew why, too. They were on a floating Island.

Not HIS floating Island. And not the one which had been over the school, either. But A floating Island, nonetheless. He could almost feel that familiar shifting of earth under his feet. See it in the way the horizon moved. Smell that ozone...

He remembered wailing on the moon. Punching it with everything he had. Going his best to crack it open, even as he knew how futile it was to try, he'd given it his all. And then....? He'd woken up here.

Maybe, if he'd made it, other people had too.

"Hello...?" he called into the trees.

[mach_n_roll]

"Nngh... Knuckles?" One of the trees called back.

Well, actually, it was the dazed hedgehog in the tuxedo and top-hat that was draped over a lower branch of the tree that called back. Sonic shakes his head, and sits up in the branch. He looks around.

"What're we doing in the woods? Last thing I remember, you were trying to punch that moon into the next galaxy, and I was headed up the clock tower."

At the cliffs - Open!

[trustycrowbar]

"Oh god, my head..."

Not the most dignified thing to say upon his first conscious moments in a new world, but considering the man is supine in the dirt, orange suit streaked with brown, dignity wasn't really a priority. He grumbles and raises his head, the awful white heat and ear-shredding roar echoing in it Jeezus christ, he stepped through that portal and... what happened? Something awful, he knows that much. He shakes his head and looks up.

As it happens, he'd teleported at the edge of the tiny continent, and now he finally takes in the landscape of rocky floating islands and swirling endless void.

"...Aw shit, not again..." He spits, getting to his feet and dusting off his suit. Where the hell was he? Was that Mask here? It wouldn't be the first time he'd had to stalk a creature in another world, although he didn't like the idea of going on safari here. He'd rather find survivors first.

"Hey, hello? Anyone?! Anyone else... survive the chance Einstein-goddamn-Podloskey-fuckkin'-Rosen bridge into the borderworld again besides me?" He adds quietly, starting to walk.

Looks like it's just us, better repopulate the world

[magicdancer]

Shantae was delighted to get away from Bowser and his oh so sunny disposition. As a harpy, she flew overhead, trying to see how far out the island stretched, and trying to get sight of any of her friends. Sonny, Ronnae...

And then she heard Gordon's voice.

She looked down, finding the source of the voice, beaming when she saw him walking. She swooped down towards him. "GORDON! Think fast!" she called, shifting back from harpy form in mid air as she flew right at him, arms open.

For RONNAE

[tempus_fixit]

"OOF!"

The heat and thunder of destruction that they've moved away from seems to echo in the room, but black darkness and the chill and the smell of dust wraps around it quickly like a heavy velvet curtain.

Lucca lies there, staring blankly into the darkness for a moment as the three pounds or so of active, feeling neurons in her head trying to come to a consensus as to what the hell just happened. So the end of the world came after all? Where was she? Was everyone dead? Was SHE dead? Marle said that being dead was like a cold, dark place, and this was cold and dark...

...But then, why was she lying on something warm? And... soft?

"Um--" She begins, snapping and lighting her finger to see what was going on.

[shiest_sunbeam]

Ronnae stirs a bit in place, light noises coming from the halfbreed as she begins to come through the darkness of whatever end they had faced. Surely, the warrior had gone through similar situations before, being brought back by the might of powerful healers bringing back heroes from the fate of death. But there were no healers in the Academy were there?

Definitely none that could have survived the impact and taken the time afterwards to revive those they could bring back... But this? This is different...

The smells and sounds of the location seem amiss and she's definitely somewhere else. But the warm feeling of someone atop of her is very familiar and soon she finds the warmth of her cheeks brightening being a clear indicator of her being very alive... "U-umm h-hello? Are you okay?" Even with enhanced senses, she couldn't make out Lucca in the dim lighting due to still feeling hazy from the recovery of 'death'? In any case, she wanted to at least make sure whoever it was was okay as well.

Open

[moon_leaf]

In the last few days, he'd accepted what was to come. There was a full day devoted to hysterics and then one for uncontrollable sobbing and cursing his short existence, but after that? He'd just lounged outside, absorbing all those awesome moon rays and admiring how fantastic he'd look in death. It was just a shame that moon was so god-awful ugly to look at.

So it was a surprise when he stirred awake and found himself stuffed in a giant half-empty planter in some dusty hallway he didn't recognize. There was some dirt and broken roots in there with him and the stalks of some sad, dry and incredibly dead plant poked out between his arms and legs. Maybe that was his true form that most definitely died and he was reborn as...himself. Which made for a terrible origin story.

After wobbling back and forth in a vain bid to free himself, he sighed and resigned himself to his new home within a home. Looking at the dead plant, he could at least appreciate that he'd have company.

[rivalsolarbeam]

It was the familiar buzz that caught Bulba's attention. It was hard to mistake it as anything else in a place that was as dusty and downtrodden as this mansion was. Why the buzz of life wasn't stronger was a bit worrisome as Bulba let his instincts lead the way, but it all made much more sense when he walked down the hallway and realized it was a boy-looking plant he was seeking out, not a planty one.

"Hey," he called out gently as he made his way over. "Need a hand?"

SHE'S BEEN AROUND THIS WHOLE TIME, I SWEAR. [Open]

[idonthateyou]

Vivian had taken a nap when everything went to Hell. When she opened her eyes, it was still fairly dark, but the blanket over her crawled past the top of her head and crumbled against her cheeks. It was damp but soft, suffocating and yet she could see the sunlight piercing through the sheet of dirt.

Ah, yes. That's what it was: dirt. It took her a moment to put the pieces together but when she sat up, it all rolled down her cheeks, into her shirt, and sent loosely planted flowers tumbling into her lap.

Oh. Huh. She wondered where she was? Never mind she was sleeping lightly buried in a garden, but this place was unfamiliar to her.

"Hello?"

[shiest_sunbeam]

After getting out of the wine cellar with Lucca, Ronnae had decided to go about and see if anyone else had made it. After all, they couldn't have been the only two who survived right? Taking a quick turn around the corner she came about a slightly overgrown garden and decided to check for any of the plants and pokemon that lived in the greenhouse before the moon hit.

Picking up on the question, her long ears twiched a little and she looked around. "Hello? Where are you? Do you need some help?"